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[there is a yelp, then a thump, then a very confused-looking feminine Riku on the floor twisting to see what in the world is stuffed down her pantleg. she wasn't a she a few minutes ago, and she definitely did not have the furry white ears and what she suspects is a matching tail before that arrow struck her.]

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... why aren't you ever normal in this place?!

Must be to make up for you.

And what's that supposed to mean?

*coming over to inspect you and make sure you aren't hurt in some strange way*

You're usually the more normal of us when things like these go flying, aren't you?

[he's plucking that arrow out of his hip without so much as a flinch, before going back to tugging that tail out of his pants without mooning anyone in the hall.]

I think this place likes to torment me by not having me be stoned or spelled or whatever. That way I have to deal with the insanity without the benefit of being... something.

Sharing in it, you mean?

[he's still on the floor, and is crooking a finger for you to come closer to his level.]

*he'll take a knee, wondering if you need help getting up*

Yeah. At least if I was spelled, I could act like an ass and not get flack for it.

[Riku's going to be cupping your face with one hand, and rubbing his thumb gently at the crease between your eyebrows.]

No, but there's always someone with a camera somewhere.

*oh that's a nice way to get him to stop frowning*

As long as it's not pointed at me, it's okay.

If you're not getting flak, then you're definitely getting blackmail.

[he thought so, and will be finishing up with a light kiss there when he's done.]

*yay smoochies ♥*

Except that it's not really fun to blackmail someone because they were spelled. It's like... not fair.

If you're acting like an ass, I'd say it's pretty fair.

[he will be climbing to his feet now, those pants drooping scandalously low before a hand is grabbing them back up again. someone's clothes are not fitting so well, but it means there was a minimum of pain from having what looks like a long-haired persian's tail pulled from them.]

*ooh fluffy; he'll be getting up to steer you towards his room*

Good for teasing, at the very least. Come on, I think we have clothes that'll fit you better in my place.

[he is very fluffy... and currently noting the difference in height- or lack of, in his case. being suddenly female can have some downsides.]

What are you doing with girls' clothes, Ri?

*frowny face is back!*

I've turned into a girl a few times. I had to borrow Riku-pi's bras since we have the same cup size.

[does he have to get rid of that one too. he will.]

Oh, right... those things.

[he doesn't like wearing them if he doesn't have to. he doesn't even think about them until he's training, or going for a run and notices he's flopping around rather distractingly.]

Very important for not hurting yourself. Or having your tits hang to your knees when you're 30.

My boobs will not-- Why are we thinking about this? I don't want to picture something like that, let alone experience it first-hand.

[he doesn't want to look like Mom, either. or say that aloud, because a comment like that could very well summon her.]

... Mom's not that bad looking. You know, for a mom.

*he can say it for you! ~~and she's here you know~~*

You said it, not me. Anyway, do you have any skirts? I'm thinking that'll be easier with this thing.

[sup, waving his tail at you. he's also met the version of their mom that's here when he was younger, but he remembers meeting her now about as much as he did while tiny. which means not at all.]

Yeah, I do. But I don't think you'll like it much.

*lalala oh look his room is ahead*

Why, what kind of skirt is it?

[his only other alternative is cutting holes in pants, really. or to wear a dress, but somehow that seems worse than a skirt.]

You'll see. I can't... really describe it.

*hey look his room now he can bury his head in the closet and not look at you while he finds that skirt*

[he's suspicious now, watching Ri carefully. this may or may not include a mental comparison of Ri's ass to his own when he's male, something of a check-in to be sure he hasn't eaten too many gummy worms.]

What kind of a skirt can't be described?

This one.

*he flings a mass of fabric at you -- it is in the style of what a 50s housewife would wear, covered with a cheerful cherry print; and his ass is very toned and nice thanks*

[he catches it, shaking it out to see wtf it is.]

Are you sure this isn't a tent?

Nope. But it'll look better with the blouse and apron, that's for sure.

I'm not wearing an apron, Ri. Someone might think I can cook.

[the skirt he's holding is at least the complete opposite he was dreading Ri might pull out of his closet. he'd been having visions of a scrap of what could pass for a tube top, but this would go right down to his ankles.]

No one thought I could cook when I was wearing it. Even if I did have a pie.

*silly it's for when Ri is a girl, so it'll be a mid-calf!*

Maybe I'll just.. wear a pair of jeans backward. Then I don't have to bother with trying to cut a hole in anything, I'll just leave the fly open.

[how scandalous. speaking of, since they're in Ri's room, Riku's just going to let those baggy pants that have been struggling to stay up hit the floor so he can do just that.]

No way! Here, you can wear one of my regular shirts. They should be like a dress on you.

*huffy huffy as he finds a shirt... also, if you look around, you might notice that the door to 'bug's room is suspiciously closed*

I still think I should have something on underneath.

[he isn't going to ask. he knows the kid's been gone for some time now, and doesn't want to poke at Ri's bruises. his own shirt is pretty oversized on him now, but if that tail lifts everyone will see the moon indoors.]

Hmmm... maybe boxers backwards.

*that's very considerate of you*

That might work.

[brb going to dig through your drawers. also, he's your better half, what do you expect? though if it seems like it's affecting Ri in a bad way, he might try to get Ri to talk about it eventually.]

You might have to get a smaller size since my waist is bigger than yours. I dunno if your tail will hold 'em up.

*he is just dutifully ignoring that door exists it seems, which may or may not be a bad thing*

You would think with how often people suddenly have tails around here, there'd be clothes for them.

[hopefully not too bad a thing. Riku isn't going to notice if he's ignoring it anyway, since he certainly doesn't expect Ri to be hit with a case of needing to share his fears and feelings. heck, he doesn't even like doing that. the pair of boxers he's found look like they might actually belong to Sora.]

Maybe we're just looking in the wrong closets.

*Riku-ish people are so difficult to deal with right; and Sora's wouldn't mind you wearing his boxers*

Yeah, I'll have to make a bigger search later.

[it took long enough for Sora to get Riku as open as he is, that's for sure. on the boxers go, his tail twitching every which way until he can manage to thread it through that handy hole. luckily, without certain dangly bits, it doesn't feel as strange as it would with them.]

*checks to make sure you look decent*

Looks like that'll work for now.

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